Lorenzo's POV

　　"What have you got there?"

　　"I thought you might want some chamomile tea, that's all," she said low-spirited.

　　"I'll leave you to your work, then," she turned, trying to leave.

　　"No, stay. You," I point at Marisa. "Out now!"

　　"Yes, sir," she mumbled, leaving the study, closing the door with a soft click.

　　I left my desk, wandering over to the center table, sitting down on the sofa.

　　She hobbled ...